The gnome said to leave it alone
That the coat was not of this zone.
“If you mess with it, dear one
Twilight will come near one
And turn your heart into glass or to stone.”
Turn your heart into glass or to stone
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Ah…this one was fun to read…brought a smile to my face…thanks!